Earth's Blossoms

EARTH has her blossoms, and the sea his shellsWrought with as fine a workmanship, and fairAs they had been some god's peculiar care;And in the heart of each a spirit dwellsWhose voice, in flowers,—for they to earth belong—Is but a perfume, evanescent, sweet,While in the sea-born shell, as seemeth meet,It is an echo faint of an unending song!